[It doesn't look real, the world you've fallen into. You crash into a marble floor covered in flowers, different paths leading in all directions. The stone walls are draped in lace and frills and precious gems, and it seems to be moving, almost calling out to you. But they are behind wrought iron gates, flowers creeping up the metal and looped with ribbons.
All around are tables, tea and fresh cake laid out on top. From walkways high above that you somehow didn't see when you fell in, there's the sound of giggling.]